Where did the time go?

To making babies! Yep, we're prego. I am 11 weeks today. We've known for a couple weeks but I haven't had a ton of time to post to here. School has started for both of us and on top of that I'm taking two courses this semester for my Master's and on top of that I am exhausted. I never knew I could be so tired. I know this is only the beginning, but the love of god I'm tired. From what I've read I should be getting some of energy back in another week or so. I could really use it. Napping is very counter productive. Well, counter productive to me completing work, not for the kid developing. 

The ultrasound is from 8 weeks 5 days so the little munchkin is a bit bigger now. I'm going to try and post pics and stuff as often as I can but who knows. That's all for now...

So much... so, so much

First off, I've come to realize that I've allowed the "busy" stuff to get in the way of things that I want to do. For example, the house ALWAYS needs to be cleaned. ALWAYS. I have two days off during the week and still, the house is never "clean". Sure it's clean but it's not clean for the fact that we have it on the market. Bob and I are very scattered people. We love and enjoy lots and lots of different hobbies. That might be where we get tripped up. Lots of interests means lots of things lying around and with us parring down our belongings it means not everything has a home to be placed back in to, which means we have a lot of floaters. Stuff that moves from one room to another as we try to figure out where it should go.

With that being said, I've decided I want to do 30 days of creativity. It's not my idea. I got it from Readymade.com and the real 30 days of creativity is supposed to be every day in June. Since I didn't really know about it till now, I'm not going to be a stickler for the month and just go from whatever day I happen to be on. I'm going to try not to duplicate any of the projects but honestly, I make no promises. School with the kids is winding down and frankly, I'm tired. I just want to take back a little bit of time for me. Even if it's just for a few minutes. 

So for my first project I made bread... edible bread! I have been struggling with this for some time. I've attempted several times to make a loaf of bread and it just never came out right. It would look pretty but as soon as it cooled it weighed about 400 lbs. and tasted like butt. I found a recipe for rustic bread and thought I'd give it a try and lo and behold, it worked! The bread on day two is still tasty and soft.

Seriously. It's delicious. I'm so happy. Now I just have to stop eating it.

So, that was yesterday. What did I make today? I made myself a glass of wine.

Not fancy, I know but hey, today I worked a full day at the school and then went to work at the public library for the evening shift. So, yeah. Mamma bear came home and poured herself a glass... or two. I'm still counting it.

In other news:

Bob was working up at a friends house cutting down some overgrowth with a chainsaw when he decided to saw off a bit of his knee flesh. Personally, I would have stuck to cutting down trees but, hey, to each their own. The pic is a little gross and I do apologize for that but, you know, scars are cool.
Here's the before:

Nine staples later, here's the after:

(Personally, gross.) Did he come home and loaf on the couch? Did he whimper and whine and beg for special treatment? Did he even make a big deal out of having NINE freaking staples put into his knee? No. No, this man: A) drives himself to and from the emergency room. B) stops on the way home to pick up some groceries. and C) comes home and makes homemade canned pickles. Seriously? I'm pretty sure I'd be making that man run out for some double chocolate something or other if that happened to me. Who did I marry?

And maybe last but not least, we have a stray mamma cat that has been coming and going for a little while and it seems she is back again. She's starting to get a little more comfortable with us but we still can't approach her or anything. She needs to be fixed. Poor thing, every time she comes around she is heavy with babies but I can't agree to catching a cat full blown prego with babies and aborting them just to fix her. I'm just not okay with that. So, we need to somehow get her to let us near her and get her fixed. She's super bad-a. She let Bob take a few pics of her. I would not mess with her.

That is all for now.

Bears! Oh My!

Bob set up his game camera in Hatfield because he heard there might be a bear around. He found FOUR! A mamma and her three, yes three, cubs. How awesome is that?!

The last one is of a vulture??? I don't rightly know. I'll have to find out.

Tough Mudder, VT

Bobber and I completed, yes completed, the toughest Tough Mudder ever. E.V.E.R. If you've never heard of Tough Mudder look it up here. Photo's will be coming shortly but honestly, until then, check out their site. If you have ever wondered how far you could push yourself or what you thought your personal limits were, it's a great way to find out. Bob and I had the greatest time, but also the hardest, most grueling, and coldest time ever. We highly recommend it to anyone thinking they're able. Train hard. Carry goo. And go with friends. Tough ones. I'm very proud that we were able to finish it as a couple, and he didn't yell at me once!

The world has shifted!

Oh..My..Gosh..

I think we've had this wrong all along! After some deep inner soul searching and reflection, it has come to my attention that, REALLY, HE be the Nerd, and I be the Hipster! GASP!!!  Can this be true?!?! Wait! "He" is now informing me that we may both be nerds and/or possibly hipster and hipster in training! What is happening? What. Is. Happening.

What are the definitions of nerd and hipster? Are they somewhat interchangeable? New York seems done with hipsters for the most part but I have to argue that those d-bag's shouldn't really be classified as "hipster." For one thing, you probably have heard of their favorite band, it's called "Nickleback," and frankly, I think everyone would prefer not to have heard of them.

I think the fact that I am even questioning the very definition of these labels proves that I am a nerd, that and the fact that I have read and own Tolkein's work, the movies, and quote nerdtastic lines from various cinematic goldmines is proof. Also, I think "Scott Pilgrim vs. the World" may be my favorite movie of all time, at the moment.

In conclusion, well, I guess everything is back to normal. If you haven't checked out NerdsandHipsters.weebly.com you won't know what a completely stellar mustache the Hipster has. Yes, there is a picture, no it is not the main page picture. That was taken from our honeymoon drive across country, we were in Vegas at the time I believe. But, his page does show his awesomely mustachioed face so go and check it out. Right now. Don't be a nerd, or do, and go look at it. I know I would but I have the real thing so... you know.

p.s. after reading what I have thus written, "he" is asking that I make note that he still claims to not be a hipster. I find this funny. A) He recently showed me a pair of "hipster" eye protection goggles that he wants to get to wear in his wood and metal shop. B) He sports a curly mustache. C) He wants a bike with one giant wheel in front and a tiny wheel in the back... what are those called again? D) He owns a bowler hat. E) He is a male and loves his cat. F) He owns a cat. G) Really? I've gotten to "G" with some already pretty strong points. H) Also, most pairs of shoes that he owns are at least 40 years old. No really. He gets them cobbled. COBBLED. I) He has "officially," (his word), switched from regular old fishing to fly fishing. J)He makes his own rods. For reals. Maybe you should buy one. Maybe he should make one for you. Let's talk.

Working on the house

We're counting down to the day the house goes on the market. Today we try and wrap up what's left to do before meeting with a Realtor. On the list for today:

Paint the cabinets
Paint the bathroom
Paint the stairs
Patch up some ceiling stuff
and some general cleaning

It's a busy day. To work I go.

He's a Hipster

He's a hipster people. You've never heard of his favorite band, you've never seen his favorite dance moves, you've never experienced... well, I don't even know, but I guarantee you this, that man is a hipster. Mustache and all.